The scene in the lounge was beyond what Samantha expected.
She initially expected to see some unsightly scenes of amorous congress, but Timothy turned out to be leaning against the reclining chair instead of the bed.
His coat and tie were taken off, while a couple of his shirt buttons were undone. He seemed to be in a relaxed state.
However, he was closing his eyes tightly and he seemed to be in pain judging from his tensely wrinkled facial features.
Two slender silver needles were placed on either side of his temples, and more were inserted on his head at different acupoints.
Harmony sat at one side and stared intently at Timothy. She seemed to be saying something to him but her voice was too low for Samantha to hear anything.
What...was Harmony doing?
Samantha suddenly thought of the last time Timothy choked her and had a headache thereafter. He had a similarly painful expression then.
